Family Genre Stories

If your name begins with "N,"  "O," "P," or "Q"

Finding Santa
by Noreen Zaki

One chilly, bright Christmas Eve, it was silent. Kathy was outside sleeping in the puffy snow. She had been having a snowball fight with her friends and she felt tired. But now, she opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around and got up to go inside. When she went in, she walked quietly up the creaky stairs trying not to wake her parents. When she pulled back her covers, she saw an ELF!

He said his name was Elvis. He asked Kathy to help him find Santa because he had fallen off the zooming sleigh. So, Kathy started looking for her  mother's compass in order to go to the North Pole to find Santa. When she found the compass, it started pointing north. They went outside to see where it was pointing. It pointed right to Kathy's mail box. Kathy and Elvis went to open the mail box door and found an envelope inside. It was addressed to Elvis and it was from Santa. Elvis opened the letter and it said, "Dear Elvis, I'm sorry you fell off the sleight. I guess I was going too fast. From, Santa. P.S. You'll find me at the North Pole!"

Elvis looked up from the letter and told Kathy about the message. They started to go north past decorated houses, beautiful backyards, until they got to the North Pole. They found Rudolf and asked him if he knew where Santa was. He started prancing and Kathy and Elvis scrambled after him. When they rounded an igloo, there he was! Kathy dashed to ask Santa if he could take her home. Santa and Kathy jogged to the sleigh and they jumped on.

"Kathy, Kathy," her mom said, shaking her. Kathy woke up and realized that it had all been a dream. It was Christmas! So, Kathy went downstairs to open presents!

The Story of My Grandfather
by Nicholas Monfries

Dziadziu is Polish for grandpa. My grandpa was born in Poland in 1935. I want to tell his story because even though it is a sad story it teaches us how lucky we are.

When my Grandpa was very young, six years old, he got taken away from his house in the middle of the night by the Ukrainian army (which was part of Russia at that time). His whole family was separated. The children were sent to camps with one of his sisters and one of his brothers and his parents were sent to a camp in Siberia. This was a horrible time, and his mother died during this time. Finally my Grandpa got sent to a camp in Africa and he has lots of stories to share about his time in Africa.

After that time in Africa, my Grandpa’s father finally found three of his kids, including my Grandpa in Egypt. My Great Grandfather found who was left of his family and finally moved them all to England and then Canada. In Canada they started a new life.

My Dziadzui has a very happy life with four grandsons, five children and my grandmother. The story teaches me to be thankful for everything I have.

Baby Lou
by Nigel Bergstra

This is the story of a baby named Lou,
Since she is an infant, to her most things were new.

One day her mom had started the car,
Then left Lou and the car to get a chocolate bar.

The curious baby crawled in through the door,
Then pushed the ignition and made the car give a roar.

The baby’s mother burst outside,
But she was too late. Lou had already been taken for a ride.

That is why if you have a baby girl or boy,
A car should not be left as a toy.

Grandpa used to take me walking on the edge of the deep blue sea. He use to tell me stories about when he was little. He use to take me to the Farmers Market Downtown. We would buy lots of tomatoes and then we would throw them at a piece of paper and turn them into weird looking faces.

Then one morning he never woke up. The day passed and he never woke up. That night my Mom told me Grandpa was gone. This sent thoughts swarming up my brain. Was he gone as in dying or did it mean gone for a very long sleep? My Mom told me he was dead. As soon as she said that tears came running down my cheeks. This was really sad to me because my Grandma had died of cancer before I was born and now it was my Grandpa.

My Mom told me that we planned to have a ceremony in three days so I would have to miss school. Soon it was the day of the ceremony. I was crying so much I probably could have filled a whole pail. We stood, and sat, and prayed for about two hours. Then it was time to go back home; back home and forget about him-No, to go back home and keep him locked in my heart forever-Yes.

Grandparents
by Nigel

Grandparents are all very giving,
Too bad they can’t be around for all my living.

When they are gone they’re always missed,
They’re only bad thing is where you get kissed.

Or sometimes they pinch your delicate cheek,
That always makes me shriek.

But overall Grandparents are the best,
They are better than all the rest.